The fae sat in a tree top, stiffing a giggle as an angry basilisk slithered through the forest ground.
"I wills findsssssssss yous, fae," it hissed. "I can sssssee you for what you aresssssss."
Maar stuck out her tongue at the vexed creature, whose tail was curiously knotted in the end, complete with a tiny bell.
Maar was not her true name. The figure she wore, a homely child with sun-bleached hair, freckles, and a somewhat uneven short hair cut, was not her own, either. She was in reality a tall and slender, youthful looking woman with long locks of sapphire hair. Not many knew Awari, though her partner that she was due to meet did. All the Hawks, those branded as the leaders of their respected branches, did, though that did not mean Maar shed her glamour in their presense at all times.
The fae looked up at the rising sun.
I am going to be late, she thought, giving one last fond look at her work before disappearing into the shadows. The basilisk finally looked up into the trees as the leaves fell, but he was too late.
In the shadows, Maar traveled a mile south until she stood ontop of a tree that was split right down the middle. This was the spot she had agreed to meet with her partner for this mission. The nature of the mission itself... well! The fae adjusted her gloves and hid a crystal quartz pendent that she now wore around her neck under her collar. Iron was a deadly poison to her kind and though the charm wouldn't act as a complete antidote, it at least made being around steel and the like tolerable.
